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Proud To Be (Michael's Song)
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When I take you in my arms and I look into your eyes, can you see me?
When I breathe upon your hair and I whisper in your ear, can you hear me?
When I kiss you on the cheek as I'm rocking you to sleep, can you feel me, my son?

When I look upon you so and I try to make you smile, do you know me?
When you're crying and in pain and I try to bring relief, do you even need me?
When I hold you and I stare, do you understand my tears and do you love me, my son?

This song will tell you
This song will show you
How much I love you, my son

When it seems I have no time, it's because I must provide for you
And i must be patient, 'cause I know that I'm obliged to do right by you
Oh my son, I'd give my life for you, my son

Our lives are as they are, there'll be times when I am far, but I'm always with you
When you lose your way, don't you hesitate, let me help you
One day, will you stand before my grave and say, "Dad, I was proud to be your son."

This song will tell you
This song will show you
How much I love you, my son

Bio

the ajjancy, moniker of NJ-native singer/songwriter George Ajjan, tackles recurring Gen-X & millennial themes of parenthood, coping with love & loss, and seeking hope in an increasingly desperate political climate. His non-musical alter-ego jets around the globe navigating the corridors of power, for which the ajjancy aspires to atone through meticulous song-craft, tempering the melancholic with a indefatigable glimmer of optimism.

If he “has agency” to make the listener think and feel, it’s thanks to a wide range of pop, rock, and classical idioms. Thus, the ajjancy’s originals, featuring session pros Fernando Perdomo on guitar, Dan Feiszli on bass, Matt Lebofsky on keyboards, and Terry Branam on drums, could be called chamber-rock: unexpected chord changes, the occasional odd meter, layers of instrumental parts and vocal harmonies: always melodic, sometimes sacrilegious - the gods of form be damned. Result: a pop-oriented distillate of progressive rock’s best elements without the derivative tropes and dated clichés.

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